The most romantic little emperor

Qin Feng secretly swore that he would take back everything that originally belonged to him, let Mei'er return to his arms, and he would make Qin Hao kneel in front of him and beg for his forgiveness.

His voice echoed in the night sky, and the hoarse voice was like a ghost, seeming extremely hideous and terrifying.

After a moment, he calmed down, his eyes flashing with determination, his heart filled with determination and courage, as if he had just undergone a transformation, and his whole body seemed to radiate an imperial aura.

It is this strong belief that supports him to move forward.

It is the desire for power that seems to have become his only pursuit in this life, and he is determined to fight for it.

Although he knew clearly that this road would be full of thorns and bumps, he had made up his mind that he would crush all obstacles one by one just to take back everything that belonged to him.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, breaking the silence of the night.

There were indeed few people who dared to disturb Qin Feng at this moment. He stood there quietly, without looking back or saying a word.

However, the door was pushed open from the outside. The person who came was a strange monk in black. He quietly came behind Qin Feng and sighed softly, "My Lord, why are you doing this? Why are you making things difficult for me?"

When Qin Feng heard this familiar voice, he slowly turned around, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

He pondered for a moment, shook his head gently, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really understand what I am thinking?"

The monk smiled slightly, but did not refute directly. Instead, he brought up an old story, "Your Majesty, do you still remember what I said to you when we first met?"

Qin Feng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and finally shook his head gently, and asked in a low voice: "Which sentence are you referring to? This king really can't remember it for the moment."

The monk's face remained calm and composed, without showing any dissatisfaction. He chuckled, as if he had expected this scene, and said slowly: "At that time, I told the prince that if the second prince was willing to use me, I would give you a white hat."

Qin Feng nodded slightly and chuckled, "I remember now, you were..."

"Wait, white hat? You mean..." His breathing suddenly became rapid, and a strong excitement surged in his heart.

If the king wears a white hat, doesn’t that make him the “Emperor”?

This white hat represents more than just a symbol of power. Isn't it the goal he has always been pursuing in his heart?

Qin Feng nervously grabbed the monk's sleeve and asked anxiously: "Is this true? Can you really help me achieve all this?"

The monk smiled and nodded, his eyes revealing an unfathomable wisdom: "Is your Highness in a much better mood now?"

As these words fell, Qin Feng's heart was stirred up by a storm, and his eyes were like stars in the dark night, flashing with his endless desire for power without any concealment.

He looked at the wise monk in front of him, recalled his unfathomable wisdom, and immediately regained his former confidence.

He knew that he seemed to have found the key to realizing his ambition, and this monk in black would become an important aid in his journey to the pinnacle of power.

In this world full of conspiracy and power, a struggle and contest for power is about to begin.

Dong Meir hurriedly said goodbye to Qin Feng and returned to Linglong Palace.

She waved away the palace maids behind her and locked herself in the room, calmly recalling everything that had happened before. Those seemingly insignificant details were like a sharp knife piercing her heart at this moment.

She felt extremely heavy-hearted, and suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an elaborately laid trap. The designer of this trap was none other than the Crown Prince Qin Hao, whom she once regarded as a waste.

At this moment, she felt her heart trembling. She didn't dare to imagine, if all this was true, how would she face it?

Dong Meir clenched her fists tightly, her eyes flashing with murderous intent, as if she was filled with infinite hatred towards Qin Hao.

She murmured to herself, her voice full of confusion and anger: "Qin Hao, why am I increasingly unable to see through you? Were your previous cowardice and dandyism all pretended? How many secrets are hidden in your heart? How much do you know about my cousin Qin Feng and I?"

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She knew that she needed to be calm and rational, only in this way could she survive this crisis.

After a while, she stood in front of a huge bronze mirror, her eyes wide open, trying to look at herself carefully in the mirror, trying to regain her former confidence and charm.

She was still dazzling and charming in the mirror, but she could not be happy and could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

In this moment of trance, a double shadow play seemed to be performed in the bronze mirror. Qin Hao's figure and Qin Feng's phantom appeared alternately. The two seemed to be fighting for dominance. The battle continued in her heart, making her uneasy.

Dong Meir tried to resist the chaotic thoughts, but found herself being drawn into a vortex from which she could not escape.

She thought to herself, Qin Hao and Qin Feng, these two people in her life who cannot be ignored, are destined not to coexist harmoniously and are bound to fight to the death. How should I choose?

Tonight seems destined to be a sleepless night...

The Su Mansion was brightly lit, but it was difficult to dispel the solemn atmosphere.

The main hall had never been so silent as it was today. It was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Su Zhengfang, the senior official of the imperial court who was usually as steady as an old dog, seemed a little anxious at this moment.

The events of the past two days had dealt him a great blow. His hair had turned a lot whiter without him noticing. He looked out the door at the night with an experienced gaze, but remained silent for a long time, making it impossible to guess what was going on in his heart.

At this moment, Su Meng rushed in from outside like a gust of wind. His face was as pale as paper and cold sweat slid down his forehead like a waterfall, instantly breaking the silence of the night.

He shouted loudly: "Father, something terrible has happened! All the gold, silver, jewelry and food that we sent to Yanyun were looted by bandits along the way!"

Su Zhengfang frowned slightly when he heard this, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in the depths of his eyes. He took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes and sighed faintly: "I had expected that this would not go so smoothly, and something went wrong after all."

"Father, how should we respond? Do you need me to lead the three thousand elite troops brought from Yanyun to catch all the bandits who dare to plunder our property?" Su Meng's voice was full of urgency and determination.